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It's fucking hot.

Mac has never been the best when she's not in complete comfort and while she didn't bitch when she was embedded because she had a job to do, she's back on the island after having been in air conditioning for three days and she's annoyed. It's irrational, but nothing about pregnancy is rational, is it?

Jackson is next to her, which makes the bed that much warmer, and she huffs and comes out from under the sheet to lay on top of it completely naked. She fans herself ineffectually with her hand.

"Why does it have to be so goddamn hot?"

She's possibly whining more than a little.

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"It's still a good view," Mac agrees. "Eventually things will go south and hopefully you're in it for the long haul."

"You say that like you needs ring on your finger to prove," he says, nudging her with the toe of his boot.

"I'm not...I'm not fishing for a proposal!" Mac insists. "Do you think I'm fishing for a proposal?"

"I do not," he says, smirking. "Bu I like the way you stutter when I tease you about it when you're down on all fours like that, Darlin."

"Well, I am absolutely not asking you to marry me," Mac says emphatically. "Not that I...wouldn't, you're perfectly desirable, but I'm not asking at this moment for you, Homer Jackson, to marry me, MacKenzie McHale."

"I think I'd prefer it if you were to not talk for a while," he says as she reaches the back door. "You need a gag to make thatplausible?"

Mac frowns a bit. "Am I in trouble?"

This, at least, is sincere because she's not particularly sure if she's crossed a line or not.

"No more trouble than you were in five minutes ago, Darlin," he says, running a fond hand down her spine. "Just givin you a little more."

"All right," she murmurs, sighing in relief. "What shall I do for you?"

"I want you right out there on the porch with your ass in the air and your legs spread." He watches her. "gag? Blindfold?" He does love making her choose.

"Blindfold," Mac decides. It helps her maintain the illusion someone other than Jackson might be watching.

"Yes, ma'am," he says, ducking back into the hut to fetch a necktie exactly fit for purpose. He crouches down, stretching the silk across her eyes, securing it behind her head before he guides her up onto her feet.

His hands slide up her body, pulling her back against him so that she'll feel the hard length of his cock against her ass, so that he can fondle both breasts, rubbing her nipples as he puts his mouth close to her ear.

"We're going to pretend that you've pissed me off and I've bought you where people can watch you so I can humiliate you like you deserve. That work for you, darlin?"

Mac feels herself blush hot and she nods. "Um, yes, that works. That really, really works."

The blush is expected and Jackson grins into the side of her neck.

"I think the first thing is that you need to give them a real good look at you."

"How should I do that?" Mac is cautious because she has never done something like this before and weirdly she gets nervous when she gets this turned on.

"No need to fret, Darlin," he says, giving her tits one last squeeze before he steps away from from her. "I'll talk you through it. Put your hands behind your head for me. Make sure your legs are spread."

Mac lifts her arms up to put her hands behind her head and spreads her thighs slightly. It feels strange but undeniably erotic.

What he's realised over time is that he could honestly sit and watch her all day, no matter what she's doing.

"Now I want to see them bounce," he says, taking sure to pitch his voice so it won't carry too far.

It is absolutely humiliating but she guesses that's why she likes it and why she bounces a little on the balls of her feet so that her breasts bounce too.

"Are they all watching me?" she whispers, playing along.

A slow grin spreads across his face as he watches her.

"They absolutely are," he says. "You got someone specific in mind?"

Mac shakes her head. "I don't know. Anyone watching me would be embarrassing, I have no idea who could be out there."

"Embarrassing ain't what I'm looking for. Not strong enough," he says, still watching her, blindfolded, bouncing. "Clearly I need to step it up."

"What do you need from me?" Mac asks, rocking on her feet a little.

"I'm just tryin' to decide," he says, pushing up out of his chair and walking closer to her. "Not holdin' you up, am I?"

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